Eyes behind ya

Like my mother told me, I tell C I have “eyes in the back of my head” when it comes to him. It worked with me as a kid; I believed my Mom could see everything I was doing. But C isn’t that easy. He. Must. Test. Constantly. “Mommy, without turning around, can you see what direction my train is going?”

Not realizing yet I was being tested, I said, “Forward.”

“Nope,” he said, “it’s going backward. Why couldn’t you see that with your eyes behind ya?”